grease filled angst

grease filled angst
so there is an occasion not often recorded in history that seems to be an overbearing source of relative sadness or perhaps just a feeling of malaise I may be currently experiencing.
the death of a crush
perhaps due to lack of assertiveness on my part or just the gradual closing of the window of opportunity, my heart(maybe just libido) moves on. kind of in a sinking in the belly sort of feeling. Or maybe its just the crappy grease I had at Hooters for lunch.
having a crush is a joyous experience filled with pleasure and woe, peaks and valleys, and a whole lot of self delusion. The best kind of escape I tell ya. then through someone or somehow, reality peaks in and suggests some truths that are best left on the confessional floor. Or maybe I just got over it.
Being a single woman is a mixed bag I tell ya.
I can still smell remnants of hooters hot sauce.

what a world, what a world - Yogurt (Mel Brooks)